[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] + (Girl)Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)I just wanna take you home with me

[Jay-Z]She get it from her momma..You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamasWe lay back, blowin ganjaDVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV - WHOAI crept up behind herMami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like RiceI call mami Montana, bandanaTied her hands up - this is gangsta loveThrew on a rap CD, we gangsta fuckedThis ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dudePoured a glass of Army, got mami in the moodThen she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"I think I might wife herY'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike herAdd mami to the cypherR.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherfucker

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[R. Kelly]I make ya hotter than the next bitch - no needfor you to ever sweat the next bitch - with speedI make the next bitch see the exit - indeedGotta know you're ver-ily respected - by meYou get the keys to the Lexus - but no driveYou get your own 2002, she through ridinKeep yo' ass tighter than VersaceThat's why you gotta watch yo' friendsYou gotta watch me, they connivin shitSee I just wanna freak your body-adi-adiI know you don't do this for everybody-adiBut everybody ain't as horny as meAnd your body's - callin, me...

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[Jay-Z]Uhh, yeahMami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bagThe thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeansY'all know the first date wearersto make objects bigger than they appear like a rearview mirrorOh her shoe game is realShe gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?) with the four inch heelsBut honestly my favorite type of gearis a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?

[R. Kelly]Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallinDo what we came to doGirl I hear you callin, let's stop stallinBaby I want you, yeah